四季歌

　　一

葉子嫵媚了臉
向春風預支夏季；
葉子的背面
凝結著莖根的寒氣。
低遠的北方眼神陰沉，且理所當然，
還偶爾堆砌雪的威脅。
東風被柳絮駕馭了，
脹滿蛙聲。夢的鼓從兩頭敲響。
蓮藕的胳膊、蓮藕的腿、竹筍如針。
花苞的唇向著嗡嗡聲輕啓。
綠色一聲不發，由淺入深。
園中的小徑開始陰暗而狹窄。
春。疼與愛惜。
我們都故作自然。



uneasy seasons

Leaves are fawning on the breeze
to make an advance;
dews are forming on their back
from the dampness on the stem from the earth.
The far North straightens a face
of dignified gloom, and threatens a sleet.
Easterly wind is hijacked by the catkin
and croaks are bloated. The drum of dream tattoos
on both ends. Lotus elbows, lotus shins, sharp bamboo shoots.
Eager lips of flower-buds open to drones and hums.
Voiceless, jade-green deepens,
and the forked garden path closes in and thickens.
The vernal. Aches cherishable.
A naturalness we both fake.